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Oh, sorry. | 0:01:07 | 0:01:09 | |
Thank you. Sorry about that. | 0:01:11 | 0:01:12 | |
Oh, sorry! | 0:01:15 | 0:01:17 | |
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HE EXHALES: Ah! | 0:01:24 | 0:01:25 | |
Complete waste of money. Hopeless. | 0:01:33 | 0:01:36 | |
-What are you doing? -Oh! Ha ha. Sorry, sir. | 0:01:36 | 0:01:40 | |
It's a new stroke. | 0:01:40 | 0:01:41 | |
Still very secret. Very hush-hush, you know. Not in the handbook yet, you know. | 0:01:41 | 0:01:45 | |
Tsh! Tsh! Bounce, boompt! | 0:01:45 | 0:01:47 | |
Quickness of the hands, softly softly, you know. Hah! | 0:01:47 | 0:01:51 | |
-Certainly gave Richard the run-around. -Oh, who won? -He did. | 0:01:51 | 0:01:55 | |
Could it be these new shoes? | 0:01:55 | 0:01:57 | |
Not as quick round the court as they should be, you know what I mean? | 0:01:57 | 0:02:01 | |
Oh, by the way, I thought I ought to tell you - I've proposed. | 0:02:01 | 0:02:06 | |
Oh, good. Very good. | 0:02:06 | 0:02:08 | |
Lovely. Pleased to hear it. | 0:02:08 | 0:02:09 | |
Proposed what? | 0:02:09 | 0:02:12 | |
Marriage, Tim. Marriage. | 0:02:12 | 0:02:14 | |
Oh! Great. Lovely. Who to? | 0:02:14 | 0:02:18 | |
-Well, to Jennifer! -Jennifer? | 0:02:20 | 0:02:23 | |
Do I...do I know... do I know a Jennifer? | 0:02:23 | 0:02:25 | |
-Jenny! -Oh, Jenny! | 0:02:25 | 0:02:27 | |
Her! | 0:02:27 | 0:02:28 | |
That Jennifer. Ah. | 0:02:28 | 0:02:31 | |
-Who else would I propose to? -Well, I mean, you might have, you know... | 0:02:31 | 0:02:34 | |
I've lived with her for six years. | 0:02:34 | 0:02:36 | |
Ssh! Please! | 0:02:36 | 0:02:38 | |
No need to shout about things like that, Frank - good heavens! | 0:02:38 | 0:02:42 | |
Oh, that's lovely. Getting married. | 0:02:42 | 0:02:44 | |
-Hah! She's not er, thingamabob, is she? -No, she's not! | 0:02:44 | 0:02:48 | |
Of course she's not, no. It's the other thing, then, is it? | 0:02:48 | 0:02:51 | |
Other thing? What other thing? | 0:02:54 | 0:02:56 | |
Well, I don't know. | 0:02:56 | 0:02:57 | |
-I mean...isn't there another thing? I mean, I don't know. -Oh, shut up! | 0:02:59 | 0:03:03 | |
We're actually getting married because it's time we had kids. | 0:03:03 | 0:03:05 | |
I don't want to be the oldest father in the playground at four o'clock. | 0:03:05 | 0:03:08 | |
Ha ha! Nor do I, nor do I, mate. | 0:03:08 | 0:03:11 | |
We've got to do something about it, really. | 0:03:11 | 0:03:13 | |
I mean, there is a tide in the affairs of men. | 0:03:13 | 0:03:16 | |
Exactly. And what are you waiting for, then? | 0:03:16 | 0:03:19 | |
High tide! LAUGHTER | 0:03:19 | 0:03:22 | |
Sorry. | 0:03:22 | 0:03:24 | |
Jenny has her reservations, though. | 0:03:24 | 0:03:26 | |
She reckons marriage does strange things to people. | 0:03:26 | 0:03:28 | |
Oh, no. No, I don't think she's right there. Can't agree with you. | 0:03:28 | 0:03:32 | |
I mean, I mean, look at my mother and father. | 0:03:32 | 0:03:34 | |
No, don't look at my mother and father. No. | 0:03:34 | 0:03:37 | |
Well, congratulations, anyway - | 0:03:37 | 0:03:40 | |
from your oldest and best man friend. | 0:03:40 | 0:03:43 | |
Best man friend. Best man? | 0:03:43 | 0:03:46 | |
Yeah, well, er, actually, about being best man... | 0:03:46 | 0:03:49 | |
Not the biggest, but certainly the best! | 0:03:49 | 0:03:52 | |
Don't worry. I can do it. Toast the bridesmaid. | 0:03:52 | 0:03:54 | |
-Read the funny telegrams. Say no more, Frank. -I've asked Richard. | 0:03:54 | 0:03:58 | |
What? | 0:04:01 | 0:04:02 | |
Now...now please understand, Tim. | 0:04:02 | 0:04:04 | |
I mean, you're a great mate. | 0:04:04 | 0:04:06 | |
Only it was Richard who introduced us and... Oh, bloody hell. | 0:04:06 | 0:04:10 | |
I'm sorry. I've upset you. | 0:04:10 | 0:04:12 | |
No, no, you haven't. | 0:04:12 | 0:04:13 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:04:13 | 0:04:17 | |
No, you haven't. At all. | 0:04:19 | 0:04:21 | |
Richard's a, you know, good guy. | 0:04:21 | 0:04:24 | |
Not the best at keeping the score in a squash match, but he's, you know... | 0:04:24 | 0:04:28 | |
-I'm sorry, Tim. -Spilt milk under the bridge. Don't worry. | 0:04:28 | 0:04:31 | |
As it happens, I'm not going to be free on that day, anyway. | 0:04:32 | 0:04:36 | |
When did you say it was? | 0:04:36 | 0:04:37 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:04:37 | 0:04:38 | |
Saturday fortnight. | 0:04:38 | 0:04:40 | |
-Just as I thought. Impossible. -Can't you even be there? | 0:04:40 | 0:04:43 | |
Oh, I can BE there, yes, but I mean, you know, I'm absolutely up to my ears. | 0:04:43 | 0:04:47 | |
You know what I mean? And then, of course, there's the squash, Frank. | 0:04:47 | 0:04:50 | |
I hear the county team are scraping the bottom of the barrel. Hah! | 0:04:50 | 0:04:54 | |
-I intend to be at the bottom of that barrel. -Good idea. | 0:04:54 | 0:04:57 | |
I shall have to work on my overhead shot...oh, sorry, Frank. | 0:04:57 | 0:05:00 | |
Mind you, most of my shots are overhead! Ha ha! Oh, dear! | 0:05:00 | 0:05:03 | |
Richard! | 0:05:11 | 0:05:13 | |
What are you doing up there? | 0:05:13 | 0:05:15 | |
Timothy hit seven balls up here | 0:05:15 | 0:05:17 | |
and Joe Muggins has got to get them down. | 0:05:17 | 0:05:20 | |
Well, watch yourself on that ladder. | 0:05:20 | 0:05:22 | |
Actually, Frank, HE put them up there. | 0:05:23 | 0:05:25 | |
Not the best man at everything. | 0:05:27 | 0:05:29 | |
I'm sorry, Tim. I'm sorry. | 0:05:29 | 0:05:31 | |
There's no need to apologise, Frank. | 0:05:31 | 0:05:33 | |
I'm a virtuoso on the second fiddle. | 0:05:33 | 0:05:35 | |
You might say I'm used to riding on the pillion seat of life! | 0:05:35 | 0:05:39 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:05:47 | 0:05:49 | |
I wouldn't fancy bumping into her on a dark night. | 0:05:51 | 0:05:55 | |
One chop to the wedding bells and goodnight, vicar! | 0:05:55 | 0:05:58 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:05:58 | 0:05:59 | |
Oi! | 0:06:07 | 0:06:09 | |
-Hello. -Is this the sports centre? | 0:06:09 | 0:06:11 | |
-Yes. -Ta. | 0:06:11 | 0:06:12 | |
Listen, Tim. Look, instead of being the best man, why... | 0:06:15 | 0:06:18 | |
Look, I'm not going to be a page. | 0:06:18 | 0:06:20 | |
As it is, the velvet suit is worn out. | 0:06:21 | 0:06:24 | |
No, what I was going to say was, be an usher. | 0:06:27 | 0:06:31 | |
Look, don't worry. | 0:06:31 | 0:06:33 | |
Richard is the best man, and that's that. | 0:06:33 | 0:06:37 | |
Let's hope he doesn't fall of that ladder and damage the bit where his brains are. | 0:06:37 | 0:06:42 | |
I've got to do some practice on these flicks off the back wall, you know. | 0:06:42 | 0:06:45 | |
And the forehand - gone. It's gone. | 0:06:45 | 0:06:47 | |
Ta, mate! | 0:06:52 | 0:06:53 | |
Put the lights back on! | 0:06:59 | 0:07:01 | |
Argh! | 0:07:01 | 0:07:02 | |
-Is that you, Timothy? -Er, no. | 0:07:08 | 0:07:11 | |
It's Sammy the Centipede. | 0:07:11 | 0:07:12 | |
Have you wiped your feet? | 0:07:14 | 0:07:15 | |
I've got 100. Give me a chance. | 0:07:15 | 0:07:18 | |
Hello, Mother. What sort of time do I call this? | 0:07:20 | 0:07:22 | |
I call it 9.30. "Don't be silly. That is not the point." Quite right. Sorry, mother. End of warm welcome. | 0:07:22 | 0:07:27 | |
-Don't be impertinent. -Don't be impertinent. | 0:07:27 | 0:07:29 | |
Sorry, I forgot that as well, sorry. Don't be impertinent. | 0:07:29 | 0:07:32 | |
Ah, good heavens. Ah! | 0:07:32 | 0:07:34 | |
Only two mugs, mother? Where's father? | 0:07:34 | 0:07:37 | |
SHE CLEARS HER THROAT Oh, it's "hmm-hmm!" is it? | 0:07:37 | 0:07:42 | |
-I don't know what you mean. -Have you had a tiny tiff? | 0:07:42 | 0:07:45 | |
Where have you buried him? | 0:07:45 | 0:07:47 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:07:47 | 0:07:48 | |
We don't mention your father in this house. | 0:07:48 | 0:07:51 | |
As far as I'm concerned, you haven't got a father. | 0:07:51 | 0:07:54 | |
I knew it. I knew it. | 0:07:54 | 0:07:57 | |
I'm a test-tube baby! | 0:07:57 | 0:07:59 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:07:59 | 0:08:01 | |
We don't mention biology in this house, Timothy. | 0:08:01 | 0:08:04 | |
We don't mention much in this house, Mother, no. | 0:08:04 | 0:08:07 | |
Well, whereas the man who's been posing as my father for the last 41 years? | 0:08:07 | 0:08:10 | |
Has he wrapped up a little compost in a red spotted hankie | 0:08:10 | 0:08:13 | |
and gone off with the cat? | 0:08:13 | 0:08:16 | |
If you must know, he called me a nasty name. | 0:08:16 | 0:08:19 | |
I won't say what. | 0:08:19 | 0:08:20 | |
But it started with rat and ended with bag. | 0:08:20 | 0:08:23 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:08:23 | 0:08:24 | |
-Whatever can that be? I can't think what that... -Ratbag! | 0:08:27 | 0:08:30 | |
Oh, of course! Of course! Ha ha! | 0:08:30 | 0:08:34 | |
I merely asked him, perfectly politely, what he thought he'd | 0:08:34 | 0:08:37 | |
been doing for the whole day at the bottom of the garden. | 0:08:37 | 0:08:40 | |
-Looking for fairies? -Oh, yes. Take his part. | 0:08:40 | 0:08:44 | |
The plain fact of the matter is, he loves that bonfire more than he loves me. | 0:08:44 | 0:08:49 | |
Well, it has kept its shape, Mother, and it does flare up at night. | 0:08:49 | 0:08:52 | |
Do you know what I mean? | 0:08:52 | 0:08:53 | |
Are you looking for a smacked bottom? | 0:08:53 | 0:08:57 | |
Yes, I was, Mother. Where'd you keep it? In the cupboard under the sink? | 0:08:57 | 0:09:01 | |
Sit down properly. | 0:09:01 | 0:09:02 | |
I simply went out to throw the washing-up water over his bonfire. | 0:09:03 | 0:09:08 | |
How was I to know he was out there, crouching in the dark, | 0:09:08 | 0:09:11 | |
blowing at it? | 0:09:11 | 0:09:12 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:09:12 | 0:09:14 | |
He was quite beside himself. | 0:09:14 | 0:09:16 | |
He came at me with his dibber. | 0:09:16 | 0:09:17 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:09:17 | 0:09:21 | |
Well, I wasn't an ATS drill sergeant for nothing. | 0:09:21 | 0:09:25 | |
I sold him a dummy and he threw himself into the cold frame. | 0:09:25 | 0:09:29 | |
I hope he didn't squash his pumpkin, Mother! | 0:09:29 | 0:09:32 | |
I don't know and I don't care. | 0:09:32 | 0:09:34 | |
-I told him to stay out of my sight. -Oh, dear. | 0:09:34 | 0:09:36 | |
Now you're feeling sorry, and you're writing him a little note, are you? | 0:09:36 | 0:09:39 | |
Certainly not. I'm cutting him out of my will. | 0:09:39 | 0:09:42 | |
Mother, what were you going to leave him, eh? | 0:09:43 | 0:09:45 | |
What use would Father possibly find for an unopened copy of Mrs Beeton? | 0:09:45 | 0:09:51 | |
And 25 years of corsets? | 0:09:51 | 0:09:53 | |
DOORBELL | 0:09:53 | 0:09:54 | |
Answer the door. | 0:09:54 | 0:09:55 | |
If that's your father, crawling back with his tail between his legs, | 0:09:55 | 0:09:59 | |
tell him to go away. | 0:09:59 | 0:10:01 | |
Thank you, Mother Teresa. | 0:10:01 | 0:10:02 | |
And for your information, I no longer wear corsets. | 0:10:02 | 0:10:07 | |
What? | 0:10:07 | 0:10:09 | |
No bones, Mother? | 0:10:09 | 0:10:10 | |
You have just saved the whale single-handed! | 0:10:10 | 0:10:13 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:10:13 | 0:10:15 | |
Well, he's not having that, for a start! | 0:10:15 | 0:10:18 | |
What are you doing here? | 0:10:18 | 0:10:20 | |
-Tim...! -You know you're not supposed to come round here. | 0:10:20 | 0:10:22 | |
You know I try and keep my life and this house as far apart as possible. | 0:10:22 | 0:10:25 | |
-Well... -You know this is Heartbreak Hall. You know this is Doom Castle. | 0:10:25 | 0:10:28 | |
Look, there's been an accident. | 0:10:28 | 0:10:30 | |
What, you mean she IS pregnant? | 0:10:30 | 0:10:33 | |
-No, no, no, no, no! Richard! -What, he's pregnant? | 0:10:33 | 0:10:37 | |
Shut up! He's broken a leg. | 0:10:37 | 0:10:39 | |
Whose? | 0:10:39 | 0:10:40 | |
Well, his, you idiot! | 0:10:40 | 0:10:42 | |
The lights failed for some reason and he fell off the ladder. | 0:10:42 | 0:10:46 | |
Oh, dear. Best man! Oh, dear! | 0:10:46 | 0:10:49 | |
Oh, my! Well, well, well! | 0:10:50 | 0:10:53 | |
Oh, dear. | 0:10:53 | 0:10:55 | |
So I was wondering if you could be best man after all. | 0:10:55 | 0:10:59 | |
Well, it's not going to be easy, is it? I mean, ha ha! | 0:10:59 | 0:11:01 | |
-Timothy! -Yes, Mother! | 0:11:01 | 0:11:04 | |
Tell him there's plenty more dishwater where that came from! | 0:11:04 | 0:11:07 | |
-Eh? What does she mean by that? -Never mind, you'd better get on your way. -Timothy! | 0:11:07 | 0:11:11 | |
-Look, do you want to be best man? -Wait a minute, wait a minute. -Who's out there? -Mother, don't worry. | 0:11:11 | 0:11:15 | |
It's the Avon lady. I've told her she's 20 years too late. | 0:11:15 | 0:11:19 | |
-Look, do you want to be best man? -Yes. | 0:11:19 | 0:11:22 | |
Too late for what? | 0:11:22 | 0:11:24 | |
Francis! | 0:11:24 | 0:11:25 | |
Francis, how nice! | 0:11:25 | 0:11:28 | |
The last time I saw you, you were wearing short trousers. | 0:11:28 | 0:11:31 | |
What's this rude boy doing, keeping you standing on the doorstep? Come along in. | 0:11:31 | 0:11:34 | |
-He's got to go somewhere, Mother. He's late. There's a taxi taking over. -Nonsense. Come on, Francis. | 0:11:34 | 0:11:39 | |
Oh, well, thank you. | 0:11:39 | 0:11:41 | |
I don't know why it is, but he never brings any of his little friends home. | 0:11:41 | 0:11:45 | |
I don't know why it is, Francis. | 0:11:45 | 0:11:47 | |
-Goodbye, Francis. -Do call me Frank. -Goodbye, Frank. | 0:11:47 | 0:11:50 | |
I didn't know what it is. | 0:11:51 | 0:11:54 | |
Anyone would think he was ashamed of his own parents! | 0:11:54 | 0:11:57 | |
Well, Mother. Frank's got to be off for another 20 years. | 0:11:57 | 0:12:00 | |
Come on, Frank. Goodbye. | 0:12:00 | 0:12:02 | |
I'll tell Francis when he's going. | 0:12:02 | 0:12:04 | |
Sit down, Francis. | 0:12:04 | 0:12:07 | |
Are you married yet, Francis? | 0:12:10 | 0:12:13 | |
Well, actually, I... | 0:12:13 | 0:12:15 | |
What's the matter with you, Timothy? | 0:12:15 | 0:12:18 | |
Flies, Mother. Flies all over the place. Look at that. | 0:12:18 | 0:12:20 | |
-Can't have Frank in here with a house full of flies. -Stop pawing him! Sit down. | 0:12:20 | 0:12:25 | |
You were saying, Francis? | 0:12:26 | 0:12:28 | |
Well, actually, I'm getting married Saturday fortnight, | 0:12:28 | 0:12:30 | |
-and Timothy is going to be my best man. -Tim...! -Oh! | 0:12:30 | 0:12:33 | |
Why did you do that? | 0:12:35 | 0:12:36 | |
I thought you were going to hit me, Mother! | 0:12:36 | 0:12:39 | |
-I'm happy for you. Mwah, mwah! -Hit me, hit me! | 0:12:39 | 0:12:42 | |
Congratulations, Francis. | 0:12:43 | 0:12:46 | |
And of course, I shall be there. | 0:12:46 | 0:12:48 | |
-Who's the lucky girl? -Er, Jennifer. Jennifer Rowley. -Jennifer Rowley. | 0:12:48 | 0:12:53 | |
I knew a Millicent Rowley but she's dead. | 0:12:53 | 0:12:56 | |
Can't be her, then. | 0:12:56 | 0:12:58 | |
I have to ignore you, don't I? | 0:12:58 | 0:13:00 | |
And where does Jennifer live? | 0:13:00 | 0:13:03 | |
Oh, we live er...er, well, she lives in the same house as I do. | 0:13:03 | 0:13:07 | |
-How convenient. -They live together. | 0:13:07 | 0:13:10 | |
-Like you and me? -No, no, not like you and me. | 0:13:10 | 0:13:14 | |
No. No, no. No, no. They sleep in the same bed, you know, and all that sort of thing, yes. | 0:13:14 | 0:13:17 | |
Oh! Well, I hope it's a big one, for decency's sake! | 0:13:17 | 0:13:20 | |
Oh, Mother! | 0:13:20 | 0:13:22 | |
Francis, why don't you and Jennifer come to dinner? | 0:13:22 | 0:13:25 | |
-No. -Be quiet. | 0:13:25 | 0:13:27 | |
-How about tomorrow? -No, no. | 0:13:27 | 0:13:28 | |
-Frank is very busy. -I'll get my diary. -Oh! | 0:13:28 | 0:13:31 | |
Now, Timothy, you give Francis a nice drink. | 0:13:31 | 0:13:34 | |
-Ooh, thank you. -There's a half bottle of Lucozade in the sideboard. | 0:13:34 | 0:13:37 | |
I won't be a minute. | 0:13:39 | 0:13:40 | |
You two play quietly! | 0:13:40 | 0:13:41 | |
Your mother's exactly the same! | 0:13:47 | 0:13:49 | |
I mean, 20 years ago, she offered me Lucozade. | 0:13:49 | 0:13:51 | |
It's the same bottle, Frank! | 0:13:51 | 0:13:53 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:13:53 | 0:13:55 | |
Look at this place. It's like a time capsule. | 0:13:55 | 0:13:59 | |
Frank, don't come to dinner, please. | 0:13:59 | 0:14:01 | |
It's pure Sylvia Peters and McDonald Hobley! | 0:14:01 | 0:14:04 | |
Look! | 0:14:04 | 0:14:05 | |
Ovaltine mugs! | 0:14:06 | 0:14:08 | |
Hey, they're worth a fortune now, you know. | 0:14:08 | 0:14:11 | |
Frank, I'm asking you not to come to dinner, all right? | 0:14:11 | 0:14:13 | |
Hey, I bet you're still an Ovalteenie! | 0:14:13 | 0:14:15 | |
-Listen to me, Frank. -You are, aren't you? -Yes, I am. I am. | 0:14:15 | 0:14:19 | |
As your best man, don't come here to dinner. | 0:14:19 | 0:14:22 | |
I mean, if Jennifer has any doubts at all about marriage, | 0:14:22 | 0:14:25 | |
this is the last place to bring her. | 0:14:25 | 0:14:26 | |
I mean, this is the Chamber of Horrors in here. | 0:14:26 | 0:14:29 | |
-It's not that bad. -It IS that bad, Frank. | 0:14:29 | 0:14:31 | |
You know what happened today? Mother threw Father into the cold frame. | 0:14:31 | 0:14:35 | |
She's citing the bonfire as a co-respondent. | 0:14:35 | 0:14:37 | |
He's off somewhere living rough. | 0:14:37 | 0:14:39 | |
I mean, how could you possibly bring her here? | 0:14:39 | 0:14:41 | |
I mean, it's like a Punch and Judy show here. | 0:14:41 | 0:14:43 | |
-And you're the baby. -I'm the sausages! | 0:14:43 | 0:14:46 | |
-Here we are! -And this is the crocodile! | 0:14:46 | 0:14:48 | |
Now, Francis, about tomorrow. What sort of time? | 0:14:49 | 0:14:53 | |
Well, Jennifer is very busy, Mother. | 0:14:53 | 0:14:55 | |
Oh, yes. I'm afraid, Mrs Lumsden, that Jennifer's... | 0:14:55 | 0:14:57 | |
-Going to the dentist. -..having her ears pierced. | 0:14:57 | 0:15:00 | |
-Having her ears pierced at the dentist's? -Filled. | 0:15:00 | 0:15:03 | |
-Her ears filled. -Filled? What with? | 0:15:03 | 0:15:05 | |
Mother... Ooh, look at that scrumptious food. | 0:15:05 | 0:15:07 | |
-Yum, yum, yum, yum. -Leave it alone. It's not for you. | 0:15:07 | 0:15:09 | |
-It's for Francis. -You can't give that to Frank. | 0:15:09 | 0:15:12 | |
He's only visiting. He's not a prisoner! | 0:15:12 | 0:15:14 | |
-Rubbish! -It is, Mother. I know it is rubb...ooh, dear! | 0:15:15 | 0:15:18 | |
Don't make that silly face. The wind might change. | 0:15:18 | 0:15:22 | |
Now while you're eating this, | 0:15:22 | 0:15:24 | |
Francis, I'll have a word with Jennifer on the telephone. | 0:15:24 | 0:15:26 | |
-You don't know her number, Mother. -It's the same as Francis'. | 0:15:26 | 0:15:30 | |
I'm not just a pretty face. | 0:15:30 | 0:15:31 | |
That's true enough, certainly. | 0:15:31 | 0:15:34 | |
Now, this is beetroot soup, Francis. | 0:15:34 | 0:15:37 | |
Timothy forgot to mend the liquidiser, so you'll need a knife and fork. | 0:15:37 | 0:15:40 | |
-Don't I get any supper at all? -No, you don't. | 0:15:42 | 0:15:44 | |
What's that, a reward for good behaviour? | 0:15:44 | 0:15:46 | |
-That's for being cheeky. -FRANK LAUGHS | 0:15:46 | 0:15:48 | |
That's for encouraging him! | 0:15:48 | 0:15:50 | |
That's the way to do it! A-ha-ha-ha! | 0:15:51 | 0:15:54 | |
OK, OK, quiet, quiet. | 0:15:56 | 0:15:57 | |
-Where's Nicolas and Clyde? -Just coming, Miss. | 0:15:57 | 0:15:59 | |
Jennifer? | 0:15:59 | 0:16:00 | |
Jenny. Miss Rowley. | 0:16:00 | 0:16:03 | |
Is that your boyfriend, Miss? | 0:16:03 | 0:16:04 | |
-He's a dirty old man! -Oh, Brian! -Oh, stop it, please! | 0:16:04 | 0:16:08 | |
What are you doing here, Tim? | 0:16:08 | 0:16:10 | |
-Well... Oh, by the way, first of all, congratulations. -Thank you! | 0:16:10 | 0:16:13 | |
I'm sure you're doing the right thing, | 0:16:13 | 0:16:16 | |
even if you're not. | 0:16:16 | 0:16:17 | |
KIDS CHATTER | 0:16:17 | 0:16:18 | |
Can't hear myself. Anyway, it's about supper tonight. | 0:16:18 | 0:16:21 | |
Oh, yes, I'm looking forward to that. | 0:16:21 | 0:16:23 | |
Oh, are you? Well, I'm afraid... | 0:16:23 | 0:16:27 | |
it's off. | 0:16:27 | 0:16:28 | |
-Oh, why? What's happened? -I know, well, it's very sad, actually. | 0:16:28 | 0:16:32 | |
Mother and Father last night were celebrating | 0:16:32 | 0:16:35 | |
42 years - 42 years! - | 0:16:35 | 0:16:38 | |
of wonderful, wonderful marriage, | 0:16:38 | 0:16:41 | |
an institution of which we are all very much in favour, and... | 0:16:41 | 0:16:45 | |
-Stop that, Brian! -Goodness. | 0:16:45 | 0:16:47 | |
As I say, we were celebrating, | 0:16:47 | 0:16:50 | |
and Mother had rather too much to drink | 0:16:50 | 0:16:52 | |
and fell on a champagne cork. | 0:16:52 | 0:16:54 | |
Falling on a champagne cork doesn't sound that bad. | 0:16:54 | 0:16:57 | |
On a champagne cork off a ladder. | 0:16:57 | 0:16:59 | |
-A ladder? -Yes. | 0:16:59 | 0:17:01 | |
She was weeding the window box, you see, by way of celebration... | 0:17:01 | 0:17:05 | |
From the outside? | 0:17:05 | 0:17:06 | |
Ah, well, we can't get our windows open. It's the double glazing. | 0:17:06 | 0:17:09 | |
We've had the same air in the house since 1979. | 0:17:09 | 0:17:12 | |
-So anyway, in short, it's all off, and we... -Oh, well, I'll pop in. | 0:17:12 | 0:17:15 | |
Oh, no, I shouldn't do that! She's infectious. | 0:17:15 | 0:17:17 | |
-Infectious? How? -A splinter went septic. | 0:17:17 | 0:17:20 | |
Apparently the ladder must have been poisonous. | 0:17:20 | 0:17:23 | |
-Oh, the poor woman. -I know. -Why aren't you with her? | 0:17:23 | 0:17:25 | |
Well, I ought to be, I know, I feel very guilty, | 0:17:25 | 0:17:27 | |
but she's not allowed visitors, would you believe? Not allowed visitors! | 0:17:27 | 0:17:30 | |
Three weeks - she mustn't stir for three weeks. | 0:17:30 | 0:17:33 | |
-Well, what's she doing on that bus, then? -Er... | 0:17:33 | 0:17:35 | |
You're pulling my leg! | 0:17:41 | 0:17:42 | |
-HE CHUCKLES April fool! -It's not April. | 0:17:42 | 0:17:45 | |
I know, that's the clever bit. | 0:17:45 | 0:17:47 | |
-They're here, Miss. -Come on, then. | 0:17:47 | 0:17:49 | |
You're worse than Frank. | 0:17:49 | 0:17:50 | |
I'll see you tonight, all right? | 0:17:50 | 0:17:52 | |
Come on, then. | 0:17:58 | 0:17:59 | |
I don't wish to cross the road, thank you. | 0:17:59 | 0:18:02 | |
Bloody kids. | 0:18:02 | 0:18:03 | |
DOOR CLOSES | 0:18:06 | 0:18:07 | |
-Is that you, Timothy? -Yes, Mother. | 0:18:07 | 0:18:09 | |
Why are you late? | 0:18:09 | 0:18:10 | |
An earthquake, Mother. | 0:18:10 | 0:18:12 | |
Then they said there was going to be a tidal wave | 0:18:14 | 0:18:16 | |
and the order went out, "Abandon library." | 0:18:16 | 0:18:18 | |
Fortunately I floated to safety on Miss Peabody. | 0:18:19 | 0:18:22 | |
Very gallant woman, and an excellent raft. | 0:18:24 | 0:18:26 | |
Any excuse! Your precious friends will be here any minute. | 0:18:28 | 0:18:31 | |
-Put your dark suit on. -My dark suit, Mother? | 0:18:31 | 0:18:34 | |
That's only for funerals. | 0:18:34 | 0:18:35 | |
Then again, this lettuce has been dead for two weeks. | 0:18:35 | 0:18:38 | |
-Don't be silly. -No, right. | 0:18:38 | 0:18:40 | |
Look, these vol-au-vents - FHB. | 0:18:40 | 0:18:43 | |
-FHB? -Family hold back. -Oh. | 0:18:43 | 0:18:46 | |
Don't worry, mother, I won't touch them. | 0:18:46 | 0:18:48 | |
I've only just got over the flu. | 0:18:48 | 0:18:50 | |
Now, tell me - I'm very worried about Father, Mother. Has he turned up? | 0:18:50 | 0:18:53 | |
I don't know and I don't care. | 0:18:53 | 0:18:55 | |
Look, these are marzipan and piccalilli. | 0:18:55 | 0:18:59 | |
-Haven't you seen him, Mother? -No. | 0:18:59 | 0:19:01 | |
You like marzipan and piccalilli. | 0:19:01 | 0:19:03 | |
Separately, yes. | 0:19:03 | 0:19:05 | |
Together I like them somewhere between coconut matting | 0:19:05 | 0:19:08 | |
and a sick headache. | 0:19:08 | 0:19:10 | |
Now, Mother, please, tell me, where is Father? | 0:19:10 | 0:19:12 | |
I mean, is he sleeping rough under the railway arches, or what? | 0:19:12 | 0:19:15 | |
I'll tell you this, Timothy. | 0:19:15 | 0:19:17 | |
When I'm dead, even before I'm cold, | 0:19:17 | 0:19:20 | |
he'll be off to Violet Cathcart. | 0:19:20 | 0:19:23 | |
Violet Cathcart? Who's that? | 0:19:23 | 0:19:24 | |
The lady with the surgical stockings and the poodle? | 0:19:24 | 0:19:27 | |
Or one of the other widows, | 0:19:27 | 0:19:29 | |
passing himself off as a handyman. | 0:19:29 | 0:19:31 | |
What's he ever mended here? | 0:19:31 | 0:19:33 | |
Your playpen, still in pieces. | 0:19:33 | 0:19:36 | |
Mother, Frank and Jenny are coming to dinner. | 0:19:36 | 0:19:39 | |
No Father - what do we tell them? | 0:19:39 | 0:19:41 | |
Well, I shall tell her the whole story. | 0:19:41 | 0:19:43 | |
She ought to know what men are really like. | 0:19:43 | 0:19:45 | |
Mother, she'll not marry him. I mean, you'll ruin everything. | 0:19:45 | 0:19:48 | |
-What about you? -What? | 0:19:48 | 0:19:49 | |
You left the larder door open, the cat's been at the junket. | 0:19:49 | 0:19:53 | |
Probably trying to end it all, I should think. | 0:19:53 | 0:19:56 | |
Up in the loft, | 0:19:57 | 0:20:00 | |
in the decoration box, | 0:20:00 | 0:20:01 | |
there's a small plaster Father Christmas on a sledge. | 0:20:01 | 0:20:05 | |
It'll cover the paw mark. | 0:20:05 | 0:20:06 | |
But it's not Christmas, mother. | 0:20:06 | 0:20:08 | |
Well, the junket doesn't know that. | 0:20:08 | 0:20:10 | |
Off you go. | 0:20:10 | 0:20:12 | |
And comb your hair. Jennifer's a teacher. | 0:20:12 | 0:20:15 | |
If it's in a mess, | 0:20:15 | 0:20:17 | |
she'll think you've got nits. | 0:20:17 | 0:20:18 | |
SNORING | 0:20:41 | 0:20:42 | |
Father! | 0:20:46 | 0:20:47 | |
Father! HE MUMBLES | 0:20:48 | 0:20:49 | |
Oh, sorry, Phyllis. I must have dropped off, you see. | 0:20:49 | 0:20:53 | |
Oh, Timothy. | 0:20:53 | 0:20:55 | |
-What are you doing here? -Where am I? | 0:20:55 | 0:20:57 | |
Oh, yes, yes. | 0:20:59 | 0:21:00 | |
Your mother told me to keep out of her sight, so I did. | 0:21:00 | 0:21:03 | |
-It's awful up here. -No, no, not a bit of it. | 0:21:03 | 0:21:06 | |
Sun's over the yardarm. | 0:21:06 | 0:21:08 | |
Fancy a drink? | 0:21:08 | 0:21:10 | |
In, out or pending? | 0:21:10 | 0:21:12 | |
Oh, pending. | 0:21:12 | 0:21:14 | |
Very fine. | 0:21:14 | 0:21:16 | |
Thank you, Dobbin. | 0:21:19 | 0:21:20 | |
There's peanuts, crisps, pickled onions | 0:21:20 | 0:21:23 | |
in the doll's house ground floor, | 0:21:23 | 0:21:25 | |
cheese footballs upstairs. | 0:21:25 | 0:21:27 | |
Make yourself at home. | 0:21:27 | 0:21:28 | |
Oh, I'm not that small. | 0:21:28 | 0:21:30 | |
I think I'll have a crisp, if you don't mind. | 0:21:31 | 0:21:34 | |
Well, I'm glad I found you here, because you know that... | 0:21:34 | 0:21:38 | |
-You know Frank and Jenny are coming to dinner? -Mm. | 0:21:38 | 0:21:40 | |
-You know they're getting married. -Are they? Oh, jolly good. | 0:21:40 | 0:21:43 | |
You know, I always used to make one speech at weddings. | 0:21:43 | 0:21:46 | |
"Marriage is like a compost heap - | 0:21:46 | 0:21:48 | |
"you only get out what you put in." | 0:21:48 | 0:21:50 | |
That is very true. Very true. | 0:21:50 | 0:21:52 | |
But you're going to come down and join us for dinner, aren't you? | 0:21:52 | 0:21:55 | |
No, it's not as simple as all that, Timothy. You know what your mother called me? | 0:21:55 | 0:21:58 | |
-A red-faced bottlenosed layabout, was it? -Certainly not! | 0:21:58 | 0:22:01 | |
-Sorry, Father, sorry. -That was last time. | 0:22:01 | 0:22:04 | |
No, she said I couldn't manage a bonfire to save my life. | 0:22:04 | 0:22:08 | |
I've been having bonfires since I was so high. | 0:22:08 | 0:22:10 | |
One match, that's all I need. No paraffin either! | 0:22:10 | 0:22:13 | |
Well, I know that. I know that only too well. | 0:22:13 | 0:22:16 | |
Do come down and join us, eh? | 0:22:16 | 0:22:18 | |
Just for me. | 0:22:18 | 0:22:20 | |
-I'm... -I never cracked on, you know, | 0:22:20 | 0:22:21 | |
about Violet Cathcart and her rising damp. | 0:22:21 | 0:22:24 | |
-FROM DOWNSTAIRS: -Have you got that Father Christmas? | 0:22:24 | 0:22:27 | |
I am not leaving this loft until I have an apology. | 0:22:27 | 0:22:30 | |
Well, I'll get you one, Father. | 0:22:30 | 0:22:32 | |
You and whose army, Timothy? | 0:22:32 | 0:22:34 | |
Me and the Ovalteenies. HE LAUGHS | 0:22:34 | 0:22:36 | |
If there's a robin on a log, bring that too. | 0:22:36 | 0:22:41 | |
I've picked something nasty out of the jelly. | 0:22:41 | 0:22:44 | |
What was that? | 0:22:44 | 0:22:46 | |
Erm, she's making some sort of adjustment to the jelly. | 0:22:46 | 0:22:50 | |
-Look, she's not ready. We'll walk round the block again. -Frank, what's wrong? | 0:22:50 | 0:22:53 | |
Think he was very, very upset, to be honest, Mother. | 0:22:53 | 0:22:56 | |
I think he'd been crying. | 0:22:56 | 0:22:58 | |
Probably missed the compost. | 0:22:58 | 0:23:00 | |
A grown man sulking in the loft! | 0:23:00 | 0:23:03 | |
All you have to do, Mother, is shout upstairs that you're sorry. | 0:23:03 | 0:23:07 | |
I'm not apologising to your father. | 0:23:07 | 0:23:09 | |
He owes me an apology. | 0:23:09 | 0:23:10 | |
Oh, Mother, why was I ever born? | 0:23:10 | 0:23:13 | |
He never apologised for that either. | 0:23:13 | 0:23:15 | |
-Mother gave you pretty short shrift, eh, Timothy? -No! | 0:23:18 | 0:23:21 | |
-She's apologised in full. -Well, I'll be damned. | 0:23:21 | 0:23:24 | |
Well, gracious in victory, Timothy. | 0:23:24 | 0:23:26 | |
-I'll go on and tell her. -Tell her what? | 0:23:26 | 0:23:28 | |
That she's apologised. | 0:23:28 | 0:23:30 | |
Mother, he's on his way down. | 0:23:31 | 0:23:33 | |
-Oh, he's apologised, then? -Yes, Mother. | 0:23:33 | 0:23:36 | |
What did I tell you? | 0:23:36 | 0:23:37 | |
-A broken reed, that man. -Yes, Mother. | 0:23:37 | 0:23:41 | |
Good evening, Phyllis. | 0:23:41 | 0:23:43 | |
Good evening, Sydney. | 0:23:43 | 0:23:45 | |
I'm glad to see that sanity has been restored. | 0:23:45 | 0:23:47 | |
It only took a simple apology, didn't it? | 0:23:47 | 0:23:50 | |
-Indeed, thank you. -No, no, no, no - | 0:23:50 | 0:23:52 | |
thank YOU. | 0:23:52 | 0:23:54 | |
No, no, thank YOU. | 0:23:54 | 0:23:56 | |
TIM LAUGHS | 0:23:56 | 0:23:58 | |
Well, thank you both. | 0:23:58 | 0:24:00 | |
Thank everyone, even me. | 0:24:00 | 0:24:01 | |
-BOTH: -You? -No, not me, no. | 0:24:01 | 0:24:03 | |
No, no. Anyway, here we are, happy families. | 0:24:03 | 0:24:06 | |
The Lumsdens. | 0:24:06 | 0:24:07 | |
Mr Lumsden, the sometime waterboard man. | 0:24:07 | 0:24:10 | |
Mrs Lumsden, the sometime waterboard man's lady wife. | 0:24:10 | 0:24:13 | |
And Master Lumsden, little drip off the old tap. | 0:24:13 | 0:24:16 | |
Language, Timothy! | 0:24:16 | 0:24:18 | |
Sorry, Father! | 0:24:18 | 0:24:19 | |
Good heavens, this is an end to apologies and recriminations. | 0:24:19 | 0:24:23 | |
DOORBELL RINGS Ah, right on time. | 0:24:23 | 0:24:25 | |
-Door, Timothy. -Hair, Timothy. -Back to normal. | 0:24:25 | 0:24:27 | |
Punch and Judy turn on the baby. | 0:24:27 | 0:24:29 | |
Sorry! | 0:24:29 | 0:24:30 | |
Everything must be sweetness and light. | 0:24:30 | 0:24:33 | |
Let joy be unconfined. | 0:24:33 | 0:24:35 | |
She's probably in the club anyway. | 0:24:35 | 0:24:37 | |
-BOTH: -Language, Timothy! -Whoopee! | 0:24:37 | 0:24:39 | |
SYDNEY LAUGHS | 0:24:40 | 0:24:42 | |
You can't help laughing! | 0:24:42 | 0:24:44 | |
Reminds me of another little joke | 0:24:44 | 0:24:46 | |
about a chap called Speedy Gonzales. | 0:24:46 | 0:24:49 | |
-Have you heard this? -No, thank you, Sydney. | 0:24:49 | 0:24:51 | |
That's quite enough. | 0:24:51 | 0:24:53 | |
-You come and help me get the coffee. -Oh, I'll come and help. | 0:24:53 | 0:24:56 | |
-Oh, jolly good. -You're not sitting down! | 0:24:56 | 0:24:58 | |
If Jennifer's kind enough to help me, | 0:24:58 | 0:25:00 | |
you can finish that thing out in the garden. | 0:25:00 | 0:25:02 | |
Oh, fair enough. | 0:25:02 | 0:25:04 | |
Well. | 0:25:05 | 0:25:07 | |
You going to have another Vimto? | 0:25:07 | 0:25:09 | |
-Or you going to stick with the... -I'll stick with the British sherry. | 0:25:09 | 0:25:12 | |
Ah, by all means. | 0:25:12 | 0:25:13 | |
Well, it's been a very nice evening, hasn't it? | 0:25:13 | 0:25:16 | |
Beautifully stage-managed by yours truly. | 0:25:16 | 0:25:19 | |
A little fib here and there works wonders, you know. | 0:25:20 | 0:25:23 | |
Domestic bliss, you know - | 0:25:23 | 0:25:25 | |
it's very reassuring for Jennifer, really. | 0:25:25 | 0:25:27 | |
Ugh, this sherry is a killer. | 0:25:27 | 0:25:29 | |
I know. Mother beats it up with Ribena. | 0:25:29 | 0:25:32 | |
I must say that Jennifer and Mother | 0:25:34 | 0:25:36 | |
are getting on very well, aren't they? I mean, really! | 0:25:36 | 0:25:39 | |
Like two peas in a pod. | 0:25:39 | 0:25:41 | |
To be honest, I don't know whether or not I would sign up for life | 0:25:41 | 0:25:44 | |
with a girl who got on so well with my mother! | 0:25:44 | 0:25:47 | |
Doesn't say a lot for her sense of judgment, you know? | 0:25:47 | 0:25:49 | |
Yeah, I've been thinking about that, Tim. | 0:25:49 | 0:25:52 | |
What do you mean, sorry? | 0:25:52 | 0:25:53 | |
-Well, it's not Jenny that's got her doubts. It's me! -Well, why? | 0:25:53 | 0:25:57 | |
-Well, I mean, she's a schoolteacher, you know. -Yes. | 0:25:57 | 0:26:00 | |
She don't half tell me off sometimes. | 0:26:00 | 0:26:02 | |
Two peas in a pod, you say - | 0:26:02 | 0:26:04 | |
if she's going to be like your mother, Tim, | 0:26:04 | 0:26:06 | |
-I can't go through with it. -Oh, Frank! | 0:26:06 | 0:26:08 | |
Thanks for the vote of confidence, Frank Baker! | 0:26:08 | 0:26:11 | |
-And good night! -No, no, Jennifer! | 0:26:11 | 0:26:13 | |
He didn't mean that you were like my mother. | 0:26:13 | 0:26:16 | |
-He was only joking! -It didn't sound like a joke to me. | 0:26:16 | 0:26:19 | |
-Oh, God. -Oh, she's overreacting! | 0:26:19 | 0:26:21 | |
Goodness me. There are worse things in life than being like my mother. | 0:26:21 | 0:26:25 | |
HE LAUGHS Though for the life of me at the moment, | 0:26:25 | 0:26:27 | |
I can't think what they are. | 0:26:27 | 0:26:29 | |
I beg your pardon? | 0:26:29 | 0:26:30 | |
Sorry, Mother. Well, I'd better go and fetch her. | 0:26:31 | 0:26:34 | |
I am the best man, it is my duty. 'Scuse me. | 0:26:34 | 0:26:36 | |
I must apologise for his rudeness, Francis. | 0:26:38 | 0:26:42 | |
He gets overexcited. | 0:26:42 | 0:26:44 | |
Do you remember that little satin page suit? | 0:26:44 | 0:26:47 | |
He ruined the knickerbockers at all three weddings! | 0:26:47 | 0:26:51 | |
Jennifer, they don't mean it! | 0:26:56 | 0:26:58 | |
Come back and have a talk! | 0:27:00 | 0:27:01 | |
Oh, it isn't Jennifer! | 0:27:10 | 0:27:12 | |
Sorry, sorry. | 0:27:13 | 0:27:15 | |
Oof! | 0:27:18 | 0:27:19 | |
There he is! | 0:27:25 | 0:27:26 | |
He's asleep, Phyllis. | 0:27:33 | 0:27:35 | |
Be quiet. I'm not speaking to you. | 0:27:35 | 0:27:37 | |
-Timothy! Wake up! -Oh! | 0:27:38 | 0:27:40 | |
-I've a bone to pick with you. -Mother, I'm asleep! | 0:27:40 | 0:27:43 | |
Nonsense, I know when you're pretending. | 0:27:43 | 0:27:46 | |
Now, then. | 0:27:46 | 0:27:47 | |
You told your father that I'd apologised, | 0:27:47 | 0:27:50 | |
and I did nothing of the kind. | 0:27:50 | 0:27:51 | |
Never mind that, Mother. | 0:27:51 | 0:27:53 | |
How are Frank and Jennifer? Are they all right? | 0:27:53 | 0:27:55 | |
They're billing and cooing, Timothy. | 0:27:55 | 0:27:57 | |
Small thanks to you. You're always making trouble. | 0:27:57 | 0:28:00 | |
Ruining our party, | 0:28:00 | 0:28:02 | |
mugging some poor girl, | 0:28:02 | 0:28:04 | |
and breaking off Frank and Jennifer's engagement. | 0:28:04 | 0:28:07 | |
I did not! | 0:28:07 | 0:28:08 | |
They've asked me to be the best man. | 0:28:08 | 0:28:11 | |
-What?! -Unless you're better in time. | 0:28:11 | 0:28:13 | |
And if you want to be better, | 0:28:13 | 0:28:15 | |
you'll have to eat all this up. | 0:28:15 | 0:28:18 | |
What is it, Mother? | 0:28:19 | 0:28:21 | |
It's the party's leftovers, | 0:28:21 | 0:28:22 | |
all cooked together. | 0:28:22 | 0:28:24 | |
Now, I'm going to cut it into soldiers | 0:28:26 | 0:28:28 | |
and stay here while you eat it up. | 0:28:28 | 0:28:31 | |
Oh, Mother, the visiting hour finishes at 5.30. | 0:28:31 | 0:28:35 | |
Ah, but mothers are allowed to stay | 0:28:35 | 0:28:38 | |
with their babies all day. | 0:28:38 | 0:28:39 | |
And all night. | 0:28:41 | 0:28:42 | |
Sister! Matron! | 0:28:42 | 0:28:44 | |
Anybody! | 0:28:44 | 0:28:46 |